Lured years ago from her home on Earth, Liana has seen countless natives mercilessly killed by humans in their search for planet Oriana's riches. When the Foher warrior Kavi kidnaps her during his escape, he unwittingly takes the humans' greatest asset -- and awakens Liana's strongest lusts.
For years the Fohers have sought the same treasure -- Amatista. Only by finding the mystical river of amethysts will Kavi and his people be safe. But Kavi doesn't realize his human captive, with her lush body and eager responses, is more than just a distraction -- she is the key to finding the very treasure he seeks.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Amatista by Red Garnier
Afraid to look at the handsome Foher any longer, Liana hurried to the door, the sharp sounds of his rattling chains following her.
Roderick was still slumped outside the prison door, clutching his empty bottle of wine to his chest. Every Foher they captured was reason for the humans to celebrate. They had captured quite a few lately, and Liana knew exactly what was to follow.
She couldn't allow it. Couldn't allow another Foher to die.
Much less him.
But it had been years since she'd had the courage to formulate an escape plan for herself, much less a prisoner. Many failed attempts had ridden her of any fantasies of escaping. Now her mind balked at the notion. But she had to think of something. If not for herself, then for this Foher.
She had to get him out, or pray to God he'd understood her and would do as commanded. Maybe then the humans would finally leave the Fohers alone. Maybe then they would take Liana back home.
The sound of male laughter echoed across the darkened courtyard. The men were playing their usual poker game around a rickety wooden table, drinking and smoking cigars. They had their faces hidden behind their cards, stealing suspicious glances from one to the other. The game held them all spellbound.
Liana lowered her face and made her way toward the west end of a large building to her left, where her sleeping quarters were. The twin moons were almost full, gracing the sky with their faded white orbs. They sat next to each other, one slightly higher than the other, spilling their light over the virgin land below.
Before she could round the corner of the massive building toward the back door, a primitive, native shout rang in her ears, spurring her heart into a gallop. Expletives ran free among the men before a mass of chaos erupted. Footsteps. More expletives. Gunshots.
Captain Lyle McCormack, a young man who claimed to be her cousin even though she had no wish to be related to the likes of him, spotted her across the stampeding men and the confusion. His hair was pulled back into the usual greasy ponytail, a scruffy beard covering his jaw. The sharp, horrifying scowl that settled on his brow was suddenly as terrifying as the nearby gun blasts. "What are you doing here, goddamn you, get inside!" He ran for her and shoved her aside as a huge, bald Foher came charging toward him.
She stumbled over her skirt and fell to the ground as Lyle and the Foher collided then fiercely began to punch each other's guts right in front of her.
Liana's heart was about to burst out of her throat.
The visual they made, the sound of male grunts and fists pounding into flesh, a battered body landing with a loud thump beside her--it was so near, so fast, so frightening.
Belatedly and to her horror, she realized it was Lyle sprawled on the ground, completely unconscious.
Fohers were speaking before her, their harsh, accented words indistinguishable. They were arguing, a word popping up frequently in their discussion. Mipe. Mipe.
Frantic to escape, she inched away toward the shadows until her back pressed against a wall. She could've sworn that wall had not been there before...
A fresh wave of panic took hold as she slowly looked over her shoulder and saw that three huge, mean-looking Fohers were blocking her escape.
Her mind froze with terror. She had no wish to find out what the natives would do--kidnap her, murder her, sacrifice her to some unknown, barbaric god. So she did the cowardly thing. With no honorable notion about saving the helpless Foher in the cell, just a purely selfish one to save her own ass, she curled herself into a protective ball, her hands pulling her head between her knees. Like a good little coward. Going utterly still, foolishly hoping to render herself unnoticeable.
She was almost able to convince herself she was safe. As if somehow invisible in this very spot. Then a hand closed around her wrist and a voice scraped over her skin like sandpaper.
"You're coming with me."
When a scented cloth was pressed to her mouth and nose, Liana squirmed weakly against her captor--then suddenly blacked out.